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Tight spaces

I am claustrophobic.

ClaustrophobiaAnd the condition rears its ugly head at the most inopportune times.

Riding the elevator to the top of the St. Louis Arch.  Getting an MRI for a shoulder injury.  Or simply being crowded into the corner of the elevator by one too many people.

But I never thought a facial would freak me out.

I was at a salon today over lunch — indulging in said facial, thanks to a birthday gift card from a generous friend — and the technician completely covered my face with a solid wrap, leaving only a small slit for my mouth.

Needless to say, I panicked.

Once I explained my phobia, she offered to leave a slit for my nose as well.  I still couldn’t see, but I did deep breathing and mind games to remain calm. Not exactly the soothing experience I had in mind…but hey —

My skin looks fabulous!

Bug’s eye view

What’s it like, living in a big city, everyone practically on top of each other?

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These art pieces by Kudu-lah, on display at Stoopher & Boots in New York City, capture the feeling pretty well.  Living in tight spaces, yet kinda on display.  And often stacked together in high-rise buildings.

Don’t worry…

We still get out on the town.